<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:43:20.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me and my  sweet lil world...............</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-1299237466262561534</id><published>2011-10-28T19:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:08:40.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Chetan Bhagat's-----Revolution- 2020</title><content type='html'>I have read the newly released book of Chetan Bhagat- REVOLUTION 2020......Though i am  a huge fan of Chetan Bhagat, this book seemed to me more like a script  of Dharma Productions......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy and Gal become friends....Boy loves the Gal...Gal doesnt love the boy.....Boy moves to another city for studies and Gal falls in love with the Hero who is Boy's friend......Hero and Gal go around..The Boy is jealous as is madly in love with the Gal.The Gal rejects him and dates his friend the Hero..As in Dharma productions boy is always very poor and doesnt have enough money, aur---saare duniya k dukh use hi hai...he is unable to clear his entrance exam and his father passes away... n then like what happens in the movies..within few months he becomes rich.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hero is busy and doesnt have time and the in the meanwhile the Boy becomes villain and takes advantage of it..Both of them (The Gal and the Boy) come close to each other and start dating each other, the Hero totally unaware of it...The Gal realises that she is in love with the Boy and is about to break it up with the Hero...Then comes a twist as in the movies..the conscious of the Boy tells him that he did wrong and got the gal through wrong ways and is a bad boy...Then he does everything to show the Gal that he is bad and Hero is the right guy for her....The Hero and Gal get married.....and the Guy keeps on crying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hated it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why such late realization by the Boy...that he was on the wrong track and whatever he did to get the Gal was wrong and the guy who actually deserved the gal is the Hero....and then he creates another plot to bring the hero and gal together.... typical Dharma Productions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day i had seen Chetan Bhagat on television debating on his new book and saying "what i am trying to show through this book is BOY and GAL can never be best friends in real life also"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what i have to say to Mr.Bhagat------- Mr.Bhagat i am married and i have best friends who are guys...i feel free to call them, talk to them, discuss my problems , share my happiness at any point during the day..... May be Mr.Bhagat you need few friends in your life who are girls who can show you the reality of the world that there is no harm in being friends with the opposite sex and a boy and gal can be best friends.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-1299237466262561534?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/1299237466262561534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=1299237466262561534&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1299237466262561534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1299237466262561534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2011/10/mr-chetan-bhagats-revolution-2020.html' title='Mr. Chetan Bhagat&apos;s-----Revolution- 2020'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-2202891672428672817</id><published>2011-09-03T16:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:49:14.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life After Marriage :)</title><content type='html'>Its been an year since I got married to Mohit..Life has been really interesting, challenging in the last 1 year.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have changed as a person and i can feel the changes myself...from being very very very careless i have improved and i am just careless now not very very very careless..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its easy to say I love this person and want to get married to him/her asap. But then we don't realize that life is going to totally change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course there are lot of good things that come along with marriage but what also comes along are responsibilities. Life is not the same as it is in the movies..The girl after marriage will be in saree completely decked up with lot of make up, jewellery. Sleeps with jewellery and wears heavy sarees at home..Life seems to be so easy as it is shown in few serials..on the other hand  it also not the way how it shown in some other sidey hindi serials..The girl being tortured after marriage. There is a new conspiracy against her in the family...She is not treated well...I really do not know why such serials are made and people like me still watch them knowing that this is no where related to real life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..so we were discussing about how my life has changed after marriage...Before marriage i was least concerned about what i will eat the next day...Now after marriage i think of what has to be cooked for breakfast, lunch and dinner...Before marriage i used to put up in a PG and most of the time the dinner used to be popcorn or fruits and for a change at times i used to make khicdi and have..After work i used to come and hit the bed.switch on my laptop, switch on the tv and talk to mom or some friend..what i used to do was multi tasking and when i used to feel hungry my food was fruits, popcorn or khichdi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to hardly care if my clothes were ironed or not for next day office........I used to get up decide what to wear and then run around to iron clothes and get ready...used to wash clothes one day before office when i used to realize my wardrobe has no clothes for the next day.. Now after marriage i make sure all the clothes are washed and ironed before the week starts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bed used to be so messed up.I used to get up late in the morning and run to get ready for office..never folded the blanket, wet towel lying on the bed, clothes lying and me running around to get ready and reach office on time...never cared about anything...Now the 1st thing that i do is getting up and folding the blanket.making bed properly, hanging the wet towel in the balcony for drying.folding clothes and keeping them in proper place..i hate messed up bed now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has changed in so many other ways and yes changed for good........... and i am glad......when i think of those old days it feels nice but when i see myself now i feel nicer...Its nice to be little messed up during the bachelor days and organized after marriage... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-2202891672428672817?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/2202891672428672817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=2202891672428672817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/2202891672428672817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/2202891672428672817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-after-marriage.html' title='Life After Marriage :)'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-1955846201067498474</id><published>2010-01-17T14:34:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:34:38.252+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Internal Happiness</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder what is the motto of each of ours lives...  i used to wonder why do we live...what should i do that makes me happy from within.....what is the purpose of our life...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that makes us happy from within???? i have come across a lot of people who gave me different answers to this.... Some said shopping is something that makes me happy..... some said i like drinking( drink whole day and get away from all thoughts of this world)... even i wondered a lot of times that what is that something that makes me happy each and every time i do it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmm...... I thought, thought and thought didn't get an answer..... then my mind  gave me few answers on which i thought for sometime....is it the flowers ??? because as and when i get flowers a smile comes on my face and makes me happy..but then i thought for some more time on it...and my mind said again...Hello, we are talking about internal happiness and not happiness that comes and fades away..sometimes flowers just bring a smile but do not enlighten my mood from within..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally one day i found the answer........Emmm so what do you think it can be........okie let me narrate you a story.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sweet roomie her name is Ammu... Her birthday was approaching and i being her roommate didn't know what should i do to make her feel special.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 23rd of Dec and both of us where in Bangalore Central (for those who don't know about Bangalore central it is a part of the Central brand, which has malls all over India owned by Pantaloon Retail).She liked a toy that was hanging on the roofs of Central all over and said Neha christmas is approaching y don't you gift me this..I looked at it..It was actually a cute one but then i said leave it...u are grown up lets check out some new clothes in the store..and at the back of my mind i had already planned to get that toy for her on her birthday.. the next thing i did was i went back to central and found out when can i buy it because the toy was on display and was not for sale... they told me that i can come back and buy it in the month of January after the new year's...Hmmm so the plan was in place i had decided to get that toy for her and i got it and kept it at my friend's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As her birthday was approaching,i was thinking of giving her a good surprise. Emm the 1st plan that came into my head was telling her that i wont be coming back to the PG tonight and saying that i would be going to a friend's place and then without her knowledge going to the terrace of the PG and decorating it..the other idea was going to the PG with her and then going to the terrace without her knowledge and decorating it with balloons and candles.......i decided to go ahead with the second plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then as usual as my plans change at the last minute this one also changed..At exactly 22:00 hrs on 7th January me,piu and nami planned not to celebrate her bday...Hang on...by not celebrating her bday i dont mean not celebrating it at all...But what i mean is not celebrating it in the PG.....the masterminds began to work.....phonecalls....giggles and whispers in room no 12 began....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around 23:40 hrs at night we woke up our Ammu and asked her to get ready...Me, Piu and Nami were already ready..... Mohit had come to pick up all of us as per the plan and we told Ammu that all of us are going for a long drive...At 23:50 hrs at night Ammu was confused as to where we were taking her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took her to a restaurant and she was shocked to see there a table decorated with balloons and frills..... and there weere two other friends of ours Naga and JD... Now how did it all happen...There is a story behind this also....At 23:00hrs Naga and JD had come outside our PG and we gave them the frills, cake and the blown balloons which was blown by Nami and Piu under my supervision after all this was the only place and chance i got where i could use my managerial skills :P... Ok now we had given all the stuff to JD and Naga and they went to the restaurant and decorated it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ammu was shocked and to see all that and then we got her cake and the magic candles on the cake which took her lungs out.... And then i gave her the toy she had asked me for and she loved it..... Ammu had also told me that she had to pick up some dress for her birthday and as she wasn't keeping well she couldnt go out for shopping so i took got her a nice party wear also.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Ammu opened a Champaign and then the party began.. We chit chatted , hogged , laughed and had fun...And then at 1.30 am in the morning we went to the coffee shop in Leela Palace and we were there till 4:30 am in the morning having fun.... We clicked a lot of photographs and chit chatted a lot.....I was very sleepy but all that mattered to me was the smile on Ammu's face...She was very happy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then i realised it again that something that gives me internal happiness is when i do something which bring a smile on other's face and makes them happy......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-1955846201067498474?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/1955846201067498474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=1955846201067498474&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1955846201067498474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1955846201067498474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2010/01/internal-happiness.html' title='Internal Happiness'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-1283126672934855573</id><published>2009-12-14T00:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:22:04.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Singh-Salesman of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm.... After so many days i truly loved a movie..Rocket Singh-Salesman of the year.. i watched it for the second time today.. Every scene in it reminds me of some or the other person i have come across in my life or some or the other incident that has occurred in  my life..People at times are so proud and confident about the position they hold that they sometimes don't even realize what they are speaking to their sub-ordinates...Even the sales guys are humans... They also have feelings.... But at times their bosses forget this... They are given targets that can never be achieved....One field where your past performance will be forgotten.. What will be seen is how is your present doing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie shows that it doesn't matter if you are a topper in your college days or not and how much marks you scored..All that matters is your attitude towards life....There are students who never study throughout the year and manage passing by getting decent marks... I was one of them... I never wanted to be a topper but i never wanted to be the person in the bottom line also..... I never used to study during the exams..Used to open my book in the morning just an hour before the exam...Then close it in the next two minutes ....Then either read through the slides or go to someone to just understand few concepts... There used to be people around me whom i have heard saying she doesn't study at all.. How will she get a job.....And the same people sat with me in the interview process in which i got a job and they didn't.....Today i would just like to tell all of them.....Guys mugging up things won't help neither back biting does..... Understanding things is the most important and ya at the end of the day all that matters to the interviewer is your attitude towards life, job and the company...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-1283126672934855573?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/1283126672934855573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=1283126672934855573&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1283126672934855573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1283126672934855573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/12/rocket-singh-salesman-of-year.html' title='Rocket Singh-Salesman of the year'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-1293445074157128907</id><published>2009-11-08T17:53:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:49:30.958+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends............</title><content type='html'>Emmm........When i think about friendship and friends...... I feel that i am really lucky......Touch wood..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is friendship all about.....??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a mixture of smile and tears, fights and love,arguments and what not.... I have had friends in almost all in the phases of my life.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends where there when i was upset...They were there with me when  i cried......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were there with me when i did mistakes and unlike anyone who just wouldn't care to correct you and let it be as it is ,they corrected me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were there to celebrate my success...They were there to laugh with me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They where there to hide my mistakes and help me rectify them.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were there to listen to all my nonsensical talks and still smile and never complain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike other people who have one or two friends i m blessed with lots of friends.....Today i would like to thank all of them for being with me in all the ups and downs of my life.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Shail&lt;/span&gt;--I have been knowing her from past 5 years now and she is still the same....Sweet,loving,caring and protective......One thing that i like about her is that she is not fake unlike others .....She never hides anything from me and neither i hide from her..Though at times i am scared from telling her mistakes that i commit but at the end of the day i just cant stop myself from telling her everything.....When we are together we dont need anyone along with us....We both can have fun together.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ruchi&lt;/span&gt;- Ruchi...is a gem of a person...She is a sweetheart...More then a Friend she has been an elder sister to me... We have had our share of fun....Fights...tears and laughter.....She is the same in and out.....One genuine person on earth....Someone whom you can look upto when you dont know what to do and whom to approach..she would give unbiased suggestions if you ask her for...Very practical in life....she has taught me a lot of things in life..The most important thing is differentiating right or wrong....She knows me more than anyone else in this world.....Love her a lot.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sid and Sharad&lt;/span&gt;--- When i think of my friendship with Sid and Sharad i remember the movie Dostana .....One girl with two friends whom she can trust and rely on .....The song "Jane kyun Dil janta hai....Tu hai to I"ll be alrite" goes to both of you.....Both of them have treated me like a kid...Loved me a lot and pampered me......Thanks for being there......i have hurted sid a lot of times but he has never complained....he has still stood beside me when i was alone and needed a fren.....Sid you are just the best....Sharad is one person who can do anything for our friendship.....He s so damn funny.....Whenever i am upset he would make me laugh by his stupid PJ's.....U guys rock................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nidz and Rohit&lt;/span&gt;--- The best couple i have ever met....Unlike other couples where only one of them is my friend...here both of them are my best friends.....Rohit my sweet nepali marwadi is a darling.....Hears little less and would be asking half of the times what what and what&lt;img src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;....Doesn't understand the short forms that i use while i chat with him or text him...So Rohit this is the reason i am using complete words in this post so that you can understand......Nidz is a darling....Full of life and is a fun loving girl.....i have learnt from her how to be brave..She was the one who motivated me to blog.... Loves her RD(Rohit Dhanawat) &lt;img src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; ....She is the most brave girl i have ever met.....Loves partying...Blogging..Listenin to good music...and what not....Nidz be the same..... I love you a lot...and you and Rohit are really important in my life...Thanks for always being there by my side.....And ya marry Buddy The Bitch soon...I dont like her &lt;img src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MJ--Lakshmi Narayan&lt;/span&gt;- he is a rockstar....he is the one who is tortured the most by me...I shout on him....i cry before him and sometimes irritate him to the core..But he has been the same....The reason why i haven't written a testimonial for you till date is....I dont know what to write about you.....You are a true friend...A gem....i get puzzled....when i sit down to write about you and that is what is happening to me right now...he is Mr.Geek and i am the ghost of his story...you are a true rockstar....sometimes i feel that i am talking to a walking encyclopedia when i talk to him...He is simply brilliant....He is the dude..&lt;img src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Vibhor&lt;/span&gt;- Hamare pyare Papa...That's what we used to call him in college...Now for the reason behind calling him papa you have to contact him only...He would tell you the reason behind this...Papa has been a precious person in my life...A brother, a guide at times and a really good friend...Me and papa have some similar interests like watching the movie as soon as it releases...Listening to good music, though our definition of good music is little different....Eating good food....Shopping...I admire papa for his commitment...Though he is equally lazy as i am...But towards certain things he is really committed....I admire him for that....Thanks for always being there as an elder brother and guiding me.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ammu&lt;/span&gt;-I share a special relation with ammu..She is my roomie, loomie and my colleague.... She is great fun to be with...Is well balanced....Unlike me she is very matured.... keeps neglecting my stupid activities.....I have forced her to sit with me and watch all the saas bahu serials,and al the masala typo serials and shows that come on television...She is a good cook..i sometimes wonder after a long hard day how does she manage gathering energy to cook...Hats off to her... Guides me from time to time of what i should do and i shouldn't....Explains me the pros and cons of everything..She is a wonderful friend, then a roomie and then a colleague.......... &lt;img src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all my friends whose name i couldn't mention here...Thanks for always being there with me...Life would have been so incomplete without friends like you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now finally why did i write this post.....Today Sharad called me and asked me a simple question...."Neha when you will get married...You will forget us and our friendship "and i told him No....You all would be the same to me...Atleast those whose name i have mentioned here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would be friends forever.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A song dedicated for all you guys out there.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ye dosti hum nahi chodengay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chodengay dum agar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tera sath na Chodengay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LOVE YA ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THANKS FOR BEING A PART OF MY SWEET LITTLE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-1293445074157128907?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/1293445074157128907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=1293445074157128907&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1293445074157128907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/1293445074157128907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html' title='Friends............'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-7949841884308096898</id><published>2009-09-09T22:47:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:55:21.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My this post is dedicated to Farmville... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have a lot to write these days but just dont get time..Life has become really busy and i hardly get time and whatever little time i get i use it in playing farmville and mafia wars on facebook....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn facebook is so much of fun. I can never get bored on facebook....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has so many quizzes that you can take and the best part is all the quizzes are different in their own way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite application on facebook is farmville.. It's really interesting people..You have land..You have a virtual market from which you can buy seeds, decorative items for your farm,trees, animals, grains,vehicles,buildings,fruits etc.You can plow the land, cultivate the vegetables , harvest the grains....... Oh my god.....................Its so much of fun.... i just cant tell you guys..... You can decorate your farm with fences,pond, house, scarecrow, hammock, mailbox etc etc....... I can spend one whole day infront of my laptop doing nothing except farming.....But poor me...i hardly get one whole day for farming.... you know what guys...you earn coins when you harvest vegetables, flowers and get experience points as well which helps you move up in farmville.... I just cant stop speaking about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What else do i do in my free time...Chat... Music..Movies...awww.. i love movies..as soon as the movie releases and you can see me booking the tickets and watching it..the latest movie that i watched is Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani....i had expected a lot from this movie..that's d reason went to watch the primere show...but didn know it wud turn out to be so bad..i am just wondering...on basis of what it get 4 stars...i wouldn't have given it half a star also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am eagerly waiting for the movie...3 idiots...Aamir Khan  is a superb actor...acts in only 1 movie in a year and that's completely different from all the normal ones....I am also eagerly waiting for the movie 2012.... expecting a lot from both these movies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm...I hardly get time to listen to good music these days.... I think i am growing old day by day...Have started watching all those saas bahu serials .....ehhehe....... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways this is how i am leading my life.....:) busy but simple :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-7949841884308096898?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/7949841884308096898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=7949841884308096898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/7949841884308096898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/7949841884308096898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-this-post-is-dedicated-to-farmville.html' title='My this post is dedicated to Farmville... :)'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-921835328705109392</id><published>2009-06-14T21:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:08:28.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>where was i ????</title><content type='html'>It's been long since i updated my blog and have been scolded by almost all my friends who read my blog regularly. One of them even came up to me and said "Neha i wouldn't talk to you till you update your blog" but alas he gave up... I am just so lazy..I don't think anyone in this world is as lazy as i am. So what's happening in my life these days??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 3 months since i started working. I am loving it. The work culture is good, the people around are good. They are caring, helpful and fun loving. We work and have fun at the same time. Being into the sales field it has a lot of stress also involved in it. Every month new targets, new expectations and new enthusiasm to do something that's better then the last month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My job basically involves meeting clients and convincing them to start a relationship with the bank.My clients are basically people who are in senior posts in companies or who are self employed and have surplus of cash to invest. It's difficult at times to convince people because due to the growing competiton almost all the banks provides you with the same kind of services, all that differs is the quality of services. Each and every client whom i meet is different from the other and throws new challenges before us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave all this discussion... So how have you all been doing?? you know what i miss????I miss  College...hostel..friends and of course the college management because you see we always  had issues to talk about..they always used to add up spice in our life by doing something or the other.... Hehehehe... i miss those days man.........but ya the new life is not bad...its good too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-921835328705109392?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/921835328705109392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=921835328705109392&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/921835328705109392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/921835328705109392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-was-i.html' title='where was i ????'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-2640810237445012048</id><published>2009-02-19T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:22:36.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neha's Incredible Journey - Post 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scene7&lt;/span&gt; :7th Feb...9am....all of them get ready and assemble at the ground floor ready for the breakfast..the breakfast was bad but then Mr M is a food lover and so ate whatever he got...and Mr R got delighted seeing wada being served and ate 2 of them which were fried in some cheap oil.... after having the breakfast they boarded the bus....the guide took them to another bus stand where they changed their bus.....and took a different bus to go to the mountain hill and visit the temple..not to forget that Mr R had to pay for his excessive eating habits and his stomach was upset by now and so he decided to stay on liquid diet the whole day.... both Mr R and Miss Neha were dressed up in yellow and sitting together and so Mr M got another delightful opportunity to make fun of Miss Neha and this time everyone joined in.... by this time Miss Neha had got used to Mr M's jokes and she got along with them well...lots of the pictures were clicked till the bus reached the hill top…..the scenery was amazing…..Miss Neha has been brought up in the LAND OF DAWN LIT MOUNTAINS “ARUNACHAL PRADESH” and so she was enjoying the scenic beauty…and the height too and even the rest enjoyed except Mr R who was feeling giddy….now why was he feeling so is not clear…due to over eating or due to the height…….heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; scene8&lt;/span&gt;:7th feb:10am.....the bus reached the hill top and Mr R ran to find a place for himself to freshen up...then drank 2 bottles of sprite to keep himself cool…..something was really wrong with his stomach…and it had to be afterall he ate so much…..while Mr R was busy drinkin cold drink what were others doing? Miss H and Mr M were busy searching a place to sit fot sometime…they found a place for themselves and happily sat there…what next….to their amazement a grape seller walked up to them and asked to move away from that place and said it is his place and he sells grapes there…hahaha……...then what next …the whole group deposited all the electronic items that they were carrying along with them in a shop the guide had shown..As carrying electronic items was not allowed in the temple…and so all the mobile phones..camera etc had to be deposited before they entered the temple…. The guide was continuously emphasising on the point that if everybody visits the temple soon and gets back to the bus fast and there is sufficient time left he would take all of them to another nearby temple….Mr V led all seven of them…he is really good at it you see…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-2640810237445012048?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/2640810237445012048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=2640810237445012048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/2640810237445012048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/2640810237445012048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/02/nehas-incredible-journey-post-4.html' title='Neha&apos;s Incredible Journey - Post 4'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-8998542257633227408</id><published>2009-02-17T00:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:06:54.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neha's Incredible Journey - Post 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 5&lt;/span&gt;:6th Feb 09...10 pm... everyone boarded the bus...since there where 4 gals and 3 guys and Mr V and Miss Va had already planned to sit together and so three girls Miss Neha , Miss H, Miss Me were left...and then Miss H and Miss Me choose to sit together and so Miss Neha had to sit with either Mr.R or Mr.M...she was keen about sitting with Mr.R as he had got a sheet along with him and so she thought probably at night if she feels cold she can borrow it from him..and same was the reason with Mr.M..Mr.M also wanted to sit with Mr.R fpr the same reason.. but then Miss.neha being a gal got an advantage as none in the group wanted Miss Neha to sit with some one else out of the group as it was an over night journey....u see being a girl is a boon at times.......... Mr r managed taking out the sheet from his bag...and after which what happened was just a shock to all of them.. The sheet was stinking badly and everybody was just closing their nose and trying not to smell it while Mr R was busy making everyone smell it... he was amused with his own idea of carrying a stinking sheet so that none uses it other than him and so at night if someone wants also none would like to use that stinking sheet and he can sleep happily...and was feeling proud about it...... and when Miss Neha took out perfume from her purse and sprayed it....Mr R complained where is this smell coming from rather than quoting the word fragrance....sometimes Mr R gives statements that you wouldn't have even thought of.....well the journey starts and all 7 of them get busy in clicking photographs..Miss Me is so tired after the roaming in the city whoel day that she fell asleep within 15mins of boarding the bus....and Mr R also manages falling asleep with his sheet after a while.....Miss H, Mr M, Miss Neha don't have sleep in their eyes...and the whole gang is clueless about Miss Va and Mr.V .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 6&lt;/span&gt;:-7th Feb....3.30am....the bus reached Tirupati...and all of them stood in the long long queue to get the ticket to get an entry to the temple....while every one was busy chit chatting and tired of standing in the queue Mr R was busy finding an oppurtunity for himself to go get out the place and eat something...he was hungry again and it was just 3.30 am...by the way when Mr R was busy thinking about food..what was the rest of the group busy in...Miss Me was busy on phone.... Miss H. Mr Va ,Mr V and Mr M were standing and laughing as Mr M asusual had chosen Miss Neha as his soft target and was busy making fun of her.......Miss Neha was getting irritated to the core but then she couldn't help it... her major supporter paps was missing and she thought that it's better to keep quiet at this point of time and not to show her anger and spoil the trip.....by the way for readers who don't know much bout Miss Neha she is a very short tempered girl...well at 4 in the morning...Mr R decided to ask everyone that is some one interested to eat sumthing...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Mr R was sure that none would say yes because it was 4 in the morning and none had brushed and so no1 would prefer eating something and drinking tea.and so when everyone said no...Mr R happily started moving towards the little shops that were open....Miss Neha wanted to escape Mr M's pestering and so choose to accompany Mr R till the tea shop....Miss Me also joined them...All three manage getting a Rajasthani tea shop and Mr R and Miss Me happily drank tea...while Mr R drank three cups of tea he was still feeling that something's missing and that was a packet of biscuit or something to eat....he tried his level best to figure out a shop where he could get something to eat but nothing was available...half heartedly Mr R returned along with Miss Me and Miss Neha.... and then the rest of them went to have tea.. after everyone assembled back again at the same place and joined the queue...Mr M started his normal work of irritatin Miss Neha....it was getting on her nerves now and she shouted on Mr M and said it's enough and moved out...But Mr V was corteous enough and so was Mr R to get her back and cheer her up by clickin her pics....and she was back to normal.....it was around 5 am and Mr R felt hungry again and so he left the group in serach of food...Mr R came back at 6...and got fresh hot idlis with him.....Miss Neha couldn control herelf anymore...she had thought that she wouldnt eat anything before visiting the temple but then those tempting idlis couldn be resisted....they got the tickets at 6.30 am in the morning and then again again moved towards the rajasthani tea shop....had tea and biscuits and boarded the bus to go which now took them to a hotel where they could freshen up themselves and get ready for the Darshan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-8998542257633227408?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/8998542257633227408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=8998542257633227408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/8998542257633227408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/8998542257633227408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/02/nehas-incredible-journey-post-3.html' title='Neha&apos;s Incredible Journey - Post 3'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-3503137408987608905</id><published>2009-02-15T21:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:28:20.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neha's Incredible Journey - Post 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene3&lt;/span&gt;:6th Feb 09......7.45pm..neha meets all her friends who would be going with her to Tirupati...they are 7 in total including neha.. the boys( M,R,V) the girls (neha, Va, H, Me) so they are 7 in total... Neha is completely excited about the whole plan because this would be the 1st time...Neha would be going out with friends for such a trip.......they all wait for the bus at the bus stand....... The 1st shock comes to their way when the bus that is supposed to take them to the city bus stand turns out to be more or less like a local bus and all of them have to stand for almost an hour and travel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Scene 4&lt;/span&gt;:6th Feb 09....9pm.....after one hour of journey of standing in the bus all of them reach the major bus stand from where the actual for Tirupati had to leave. All 7 of them had booked their tickets under a tour package which started from Bangalore and which would take up the responsibility of taking them to Tirupati and getting them back safely back to Bangalore in 24hrs after the Darshan of the lord... It was 9 pm at night and everyone was very hungry.. Especially Mr R... he was too curious about whether the whole group is going to eat something or not... It seemed that more than going to Tiruapti Mr R was interested in food.....i think if given a choice Mr R would have chosen to eat then boarding the bus to Tirupati.... and so because of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Mr R's regular initiative and clashes of thoughts with Mr V and Mr M....he managed taking everybody to a near by restaurant and having food...and was the 1st one to empty his plate and rush towards the bus to check the seats and keep it wait in case others take little more time to eat...while everyone was hurrying up running to bard the bus..miss neha was busy standing at a pan shop and getting a mitha pan made for her own self.....heights of irresponsibility....sometimes she is too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-3503137408987608905?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/3503137408987608905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=3503137408987608905&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/3503137408987608905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/3503137408987608905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/02/nehas-incredible-journey-post-2.html' title='Neha&apos;s Incredible Journey - Post 2'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-4616793142744520648</id><published>2009-02-14T20:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:28:59.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neha's Incredible Journey - Post 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_61r8qoQ-oZE/SZbfc1EEUEI/AAAAAAAAABw/NzXENDyXXHI/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_61r8qoQ-oZE/SZbfc1EEUEI/AAAAAAAAABw/NzXENDyXXHI/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302671297648808002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;- 6th feb 09...10 a.m ..... neha tensed thinking whether she would be able to go with her friends to visit lord Balaji's temple at Tirupati.....it's been 5 years she has been planning to visit the temple but whenever she planned it never became successful and so the same thought was lingering in her mind again and again that would she be able to make it this time... will she be able to visit Tirupati because she had her interview the same day and if things didn go the way they were planned and if the interview gets re-scheduled to the next day she wouldn't be able to go to Tirupati and the history would repeat itself again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Scene2&lt;/span&gt;:-6th Feb09 ....10.30 am. neha, P, and DK go to J's room and ask her about the interview....since J is the one who is a part of all the placement activites...but J has no clue bout the timings of the interview. now Neha goes to H' room to tell her that she is not sure about her trip. as soon as she reaches H' s room she gets a call from J that the interview would be at 2pm...neha becomes happy with the news because now things would go the way they were planned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did neha make it?? watch this space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-4616793142744520648?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/4616793142744520648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=4616793142744520648&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/4616793142744520648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/4616793142744520648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/02/nehas-incredible-journey-post-1.html' title='Neha&apos;s Incredible Journey - Post 1'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_61r8qoQ-oZE/SZbfc1EEUEI/AAAAAAAAABw/NzXENDyXXHI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-4106624279490674765</id><published>2009-02-01T19:44:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:34:43.738+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my 1st night out with friends.... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well the first night out that i took with my college friends was on 31st Jan 2009 for the IIM-B fest.&lt;br /&gt;KK ( Singer) had come there for live performance and all of us were very excited bout it. IIM-B is known for it's big budget fest. last time Strings had come for the live performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we all got ready and left our college and travelled some 45 kms distance in the local bus just to watch the show. the queue was long when we reached and people were pushing each other to enter inside the ground where the live performance was taking place. being a girl is an advantage at times you know because then you get an extra preference in the crowd and during the entry too saying "Girls First".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was huge and we somehow managed pushing the crowd and making way for ourselves in the 4th-5th row.. but because of my short height i couldn't see anything.   and my friends were trying hard to make way for ourselves to the front row.. but then the crowd was so generous that it itself pushed us to the second row ehhhee.... :) .... still it was a problem for me  to see KK but it was better then what it was earlier... we danced and sang on the songs that he sang..what a display of energy man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show got over in some two hours and then we had whole night left with us. we then went to the college ground...sat there and played dumb sharads...oh my god it was so much of fun... and then after that searched for food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ war started at 2.30 am at night..initially it was boring and we didn't join the crowd...but later it played good songs and all of us joined in..we danced danced and danced...and then at 4am in the morning when the DJ war got over we sat down all exhausted...then a sip of tea in chilled 18 degree climate helped us.... we waited till 5.30am in the morning till the buses start moving so that we could move back to our college campus..i came with one of my friends on his bike and  was chilled to bones...imagine how we reached back to campus in half an hour and i rushed back to my room.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over it was a happy happy night out with friends.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-4106624279490674765?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/4106624279490674765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=4106624279490674765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/4106624279490674765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/4106624279490674765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-1st-night-out-with-friends.html' title='my 1st night out with friends.... :)'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-953724013460344992</id><published>2009-01-30T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:48:18.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>how does it feel to meet a childhood friend after ages....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this year has had a great start for me in case of friends. i met two of my childhood friends. One of them has become a renowned doctor and the other is studying engineering . it feels so good when you meet a friend after ages. it brings back all those childhood memories in front of your eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to orkut that i found one of my friend's after 8years..he was with me till the 4th standard and then i changed the school.still we were tuition mates. but then my dad got transferred and i had to shift from the place and then we lost contact with each other.... i continued hearing stories about him later also through our mutual friends..he was one guy whom we never thought would become a doctor..he had all the habits then ..but with the passage of time he's changed a lot..he is not the same anymore...and has become much more responsible .... both of us had long long hours of chat over the phone..it felt so good..we spoke of everything. like what we did in all these 8 years..what had we gone through..what life has taught us. it reminded us of the old school days..when i used to wear long skirts to school and when he used to eat up my tiffin box and i used to cry for it....emmm it was so good to remember all those golden days.. i wish there was a time machine and i could go back to those old days and become tension free... roam around..play in the mud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a great feeling that i am falling short of words to explain it..life is just so beautiful....expect the unexpected....i had never expected that orkut would help me to come in touch with such and old friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other friend of mine who is doing engineering was also my schoolmate till 10th standard.. we both planned up to meet and so we met. it was a great feeling to meet him after 8 years. we spoke about the classes..those scoldings from teachers..those competitions and functions in school. we called up our then school principal. he was our inspiration. it was so nice speaking to him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-9198807023516448017</id><published>2009-01-24T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:54:24.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When do you miss your home the most????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmm&lt;/span&gt; it’s been 6years now that i am away from home and with the passage of time i have just become so used to staying outside. i go home once in an year.the reason being either i have lesser no. of holidays or there's no direct flight to ma place and by train it takes some 4-5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;initially when i left home and came out for studies i used to terribly miss home but gradually i just got so used to staying in the hostel that during vacations when i used to go home i used to count days that when I am going to be back to hostel. For the first 2-3 days when u reach home, u feel really great as you are given the VIP treatment. Everything you desire to eat is cooked, whatever you want to do you can do freely but after 2-3 days it becomes scary. Your bad habits are just not accepted and that VIP treatment vanishes and you start counting the days when you can get back to your normal life of getting up late, watching movies late night. and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;well the cycle continues.u come back to hostel and then hostel appears sickening.you feel like going back home.u miss the home made food, the care, those scolding’s. in short everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emmm&lt;/span&gt; but miss home the most when you are not keeping well. Well i don't deny the fact that friends do not care. in fact they take care of you in the best possible manner but then u still miss home.miss mom.the motherly touch that you used 2 get when u used to fall ill.the care.the concern.say u need water and it will be in your hands.you wake up at night and make a sound and mom and dad would come running to you asking if u are fine and need anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;when the mess food is bad you miss home.you want to go back home and eat good food. when you want to shop and your pocket money gets over you wish you were at home and ask mom and dad to get it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so materialistic though.but then u really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;s home at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-9198807023516448017?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/9198807023516448017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=9198807023516448017&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/9198807023516448017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/9198807023516448017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-do-you-miss-your-home-most.html' title='When do you miss your home the most????'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2502806536508745710.post-5682853855877737265</id><published>2008-12-09T11:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:34:39.412+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What does a girl actually want???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have guys actually thought of what does a girl actually want in a relationship? Something that every boy wants to know. Is it love,money,attention,family background or looks?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am sure my friends must be wondering that it's been some 4-5 months since i have created my own blog and all of a sudden i came up with such a topic to write about.Well day before yesterday after lunch when i returned to my room and ideally sat with my books to study for the exam the very next day, i found that it's too early to start studying for the exam....Still there were some 17-18 hrs left for the exam to start....and so let me watch a movie!!!!!!!..Anyways it would just take 2hrs of my time and then i can probably sit with a fresh mood 2 study...Sorry Bhai!!!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;after the movie i sat down to think about the discussion i had with my frens during dinner few days back..what does a girl actually want in a relationship?.i was telling them that basically a girl looks for love and attention....ya money is important but then not too much that a girl would leave a guy for it....one of ma friends contradicted...saying"no neha there are girls who just run behind money.they want their guys to be rich and looks actually donot matter too much until and unless the guy can bear all the expenses"...when i thought about it i felt that yes probably such things also happen with girls...so today after watching the movie sorry bhai the topic became fresh in my mind again....... ofcourse looks do matter and even money does...every girl wants her guy to be rich and good looking...but what is that she looks for the most in the guy........love,care and attention.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;which girl would'nt love someone who is smart, rich....but every girl also wants someone who praises her...who cares for her....someone for whom she is the world...a guy who loves her more then she loves him....a guy who understands before she speaks....a guy who doesn't hesistate telling his friends that ya she is my girl...a guy who has a great sense of humour n cn mk her laugh....a guy who has the gutts 2 accept his love before his parents and fight for the girl...a guy who respects her....trusts her and loves her.....i guess if i have to prioritise what's the most essential thing in a relationship it is the respect...if your counterpart doesn't respect you and your feelings that relation can never be successful.a girl would always love a guy who expresses it to her that how much she is important to him and his life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;most of the times guy's fail to explain that what they feel and give the reason that they are poor at expressing...my question to my guy frens.....when they realise that they are in love..what makes them go and confess it before the girl that they love her...isn't that a kind of a expression of thoughts and feelings....then what goes wrong after few days.why don't they express their feelings.....why do they hide them.....what stops them? a girl always wants to know what a guy feels for her.they don't want someone who just earns money and gives it to her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;we all are social animals and each of us has our own emotional requirements which needs to be fulfilled...and so here it goes to all my guy friends....never hide your feelings or feel embarassed about what you feel for your girl...expression is the most essential thing.....express feelings and trust me it will make your relation stronger....99% of your problems will get solved.....every time you meet her let her know that you love her and care for her..show it in your acts......and you will be happy for ever.....afterall what a girl wants is your love,care and concern.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2502806536508745710-5682853855877737265?l=nehaslink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/feeds/5682853855877737265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2502806536508745710&amp;postID=5682853855877737265&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/5682853855877737265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2502806536508745710/posts/default/5682853855877737265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nehaslink.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-girl-actually-want.html' title='What does a girl actually want???????'/><author><name>Neha Singh Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06249237279504236427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc4Z8ILn4pc/TrKU8fbJjEI/AAAAAAAABq4/Ie28OPccOyA/s220/IMAG0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
